THE GREASY COOK
Folksongs of Britain and Ireland - Kennedy p 305

I fell in love with a grea-sy cook
And that I can't de-ny
I fell in love with a grea-sy cook
And I'll tell you the rea-son why
And I'll tell you the rea-son why

Plum-puddin', roast beef but plenty
Plum-puddin' and roast beef
And when my belly was empty
She would give to me relief
She would give to me relief

I kndly was invited
Some supper for to take
And kindly I did accept it
All for my stomach's sake
All for my stomach's sake

Now after tea was over
The cupboard she got the keys
One pocket she crammed with butter
The other she crammed with cheese
The other she crammed with cheese

We had not been there very long
About an hour or more
Her master smelling of the cheese
Came rap-tap at the door
Came rap-tap at the door

I'd been a-sitting at supper
I'd nowhere for to go
So I crawled up the chimey
As black as any crow
As black as any corw

I had not been there very long
A-sitting at me ease
The fire melted my butter
And likewise toasted my cheese
And likewise toasted my cheese

Every drop the fell in the fire
It caused the old fire to rear
That old woman looked up at the chimbley top
And swor the old devil was there
And swore the old devil was there

Her master got to the chimbley top
A bucket of water let fall
And I came tumbling after
My butter, cheese and all
My butter, cheese and all
The dogs they barked, the children screamed
Up flew the windows all
The old woman cried out: well done, well done
There go butter and cheese and all
The go butter and cheese and all.